Searching For A Bird

The heritage bird runs very fast around the yard first thing in the
morning, flapping his wings and trilling musically while the
factory-bred girl stands there, calm and blinking. They nuzzle each
other, and when one moves out of sight, the other whimpers. How can I
kill one or even both of them when they're just settling into their
marriage, into their new home? Can't. As I type, it's Nov. 23, I've
spent $75, driven all over northern California, and I still don't have
a damned turkey.

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